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I was completely frozen. I didn't know how long it had been when I noticed something unusual on the floor. Looking down, I saw that the bathroom floor had turned a deep crimson. Large pools of blood-red liquid flowed across the surface, filling the air with a strong metallic scent. From the washing machine's drain, a torrent of blood mixed with detergent bubbles continuously gushed out.
I stepped out of the bathroom and opened the lid of the washing machine. A few pieces of clothing tumbled in the blood-red water. And there was that white coat I had already thrown away!
Suddenly, I recalled a folk legend: "During the Qingming Festival and Ghost Festival, if you go out alone at night and encounter a vengeful spirit, you will be marked and become her target for Grudge s. Only by helping her resolve the issues she left behind in life can you free yourself from her entanglement."
Could it be that I had encountered a vengeful spirit? How deep was her Grudge that she kept hinting at me in various ways? The water in the washing machine gradually became clear. Had she sensed my awareness? With this thought, I opened my computer and searched for related events online.
I casually opened QQ, which was my contact with some grassroots screenwriters back home (she really thought of herself as a golden screenwriter; no wonder she was crazy! I cursed inwardly at this thought). Pulling the QQ bar to its maximum length, I looked at the dimly lit QQ avatars adorned with various usernames and signatures, suddenly feeling like they resembled tombstones lined up before me. Each bore their photos, names, and epitaphs.
The entire QQ felt like a vast graveyard, housing the deceased.
This sensation made me uncomfortable. Just as I was about to close QQ, I noticed a colorful avatar in the strangers' section that kept flashing; it appeared to be a woman. Curiously, I double-clicked it, and a stark white dialogue box suddenly appeared on my screen, startling me.
Zi Yi: Hello. (That name sounded familiar)
Me: Hello.
Zi Yi: You're at home, right?
Me: Yes.
Zi Yi: You're not wearing any clothes.
Me: How do you know? (I anxiously glanced at the tightly drawn curtains.)
Zi Yi: Because I can see you. Me: I am not a person with a strong sense of humor. Zi Yi: But I can indeed see you. Me: Who are you? After a long while... Zi Yi: I am a dead person. To be precise, I am a person who has never lived. I felt a chill in my heart. Talking to ghosts on QQ? Zi Yi: Underworld has QQ, but doesn't the underworld have it? The underworld is just the anti-world of Underworld. You are entities, and we are Spirit, but things are still the same. I stared at the screen in a daze. Zi Yi: Don't you remember me? Me: I don't remember. If you were my friend, I hope you would stop your boring jokes. Because April Fool's Day has been over for five days. If you are someone I don't know, I will block you. Zi Yi: Wait, you really don't remember me? Think about it again.
I: I'm sorry, I have no memory of that. Goodbye! (I felt a surge of frustration inside.)
Zi Yi: Zi Yi, Zi Shan. Do you remember two years ago?
Those words struck like a sharp axe, cutting through the dust of forgotten memories buried deep within me.
During my freshman year at university, there was a pair of twin sisters who caused quite a stir among the new students. They had entered the school with the top two scores, and not only did they look exactly alike, but their beauty could truly be described as unparalleled.
The sisters had an unusual surname: Zi. It was a name you would never find in the common surnames. The elder sister was named Zi Shan, and the younger one was Zi Yi.
Less than a month into the semester, on a Saturday afternoon, students either went home, went out to have fun, or took a nap after playing cards all night in their dorms. The campus was nearly empty, with only a few scattered students holding their bowls, waiting for lunch outside the third cafeteria. The first and second cafeterias were closed on weekends.
I was one of them.
As I inhaled the enticing aroma wafting from the large pot in the third cafeteria, where chicken legs were boiling, my stomach betrayed me with a loud growl. The students in line began to impatiently bang their bowls, signaling for the food to be served quickly.
"Food's ready!" The head chef shouted in his distinct Chongqing dialect as he plunged a giant ladle into the pot to scoop out chicken legs.
Suddenly, the chef let out a terrified scream and collapsed to the ground. The students in line were confused and rushed over to see what had happened. Immediately, everyone who witnessed the scene lost control and went into a frenzy; several girls fainted on the spot while many others couldn't help but vomit.
Countless chicken legs were scattered across the floor, and among them was a round object rolling around before finally coming to a stop—it was a boiled human head!
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